Chapter Fourteen: Killing Zhu Changrong

  "What? The demonic tide has stopped?" Zhu Changrong roared in disbelief upon hearing the latest report on the demonic tide within the Bai Xiao Manor.

  "Yes! Yes!" Yu Xian replied, his face swollen like a pig's head after being beaten by Zhu Changrong.

  "How is the situation in Yaoyuan?" Zhu Changrong immediately asked back.

  Yu Xian said with a swollen mouth:

  "It's been destroyed...... But scouts have come to report that the ones resisting the beast tide in the medicine garden are... are Chen Yuan!"

  Zhu Changrong exclaimed in shock: "Chen Yuan? How can he possibly withstand the demonic tide?"

  What's even more heart-wrenching is that the Medicine Garden is his own private property! Back then, before he took over as the master of Bai Xiao Manor, he had relied on a blueprint for the construction of the medicine garden that he had obtained by chance, and spent all his family's wealth to build it.

  It was with this medicine garden that he gained his father's trust and officially took over Bai Xiao Zhuang!

  "He seems to have obtained a one-time war array, blocking the demonic tide's attack."

  "Battle formation!" Zhu Changrong's face was solemn, and after a pang of heartache, his eyes revealed a hint of cunning. He asked in a gloomy tone, "After withstanding the demonic tide, I'm afraid he won't have much strength left, will he?"

  "Yes! Yes!" At this point, the eyes of both of them lit up with a sly glint, and they exchanged a knowing look, their minds already connected in secret understanding.

  "Bring people, follow me!"

  "Yes!"

  ……

  The cloth bag was packed full, Chen Yuan planned to leave this place after handling the materials and demon crystals, he must buy a higher-grade cloth bag.

  After all, as a storage device, the space of the capsule is still a bit small.

  But...

  After the calamity of the monsters, human disaster arrives.

  Zhu Changrong led twenty men, coming towards him with a fierce momentum.

  In the past, Zhu Changrong was a high-ranking Qi-refining cultivator in Chen Yuan's eyes, but now, after going through life and death, escaping from being calculated to death, and obtaining the Jade Stele inheritance, Chen Yuan is no longer that weak low-level cultivator.

  Three hundred monsters forming a tide are not feared, what's there to fear about twenty wolves forming a pack.

  Chen Yuan'ang stood tall with his hands behind his back, coldly gazing at Zhu Changrong and his entourage who were approaching with a menacing air.

  "Alright, alright! Chen Yuan, I didn't expect you to have such an extraordinary encounter. Fortunately, we had you, and this time the demonic tide was able to pass by Bai Xiao Village. Your contribution this time is enough to make up for your past mistakes. From now on, you will continue to be a member of Bai Xiao Village, and I will also give you the position of captain of the demon-hunting team..."

  Zhu Changrong's face was full of pretended kindness, with a fake smile that even a pig wouldn't dare believe.

  Chen Yuan coldly interrupted what he was about to say next:

  "Zhu Changrong, why so many useless words? Seeing me through the demon tide, do you think I'm here to share a cup of demon crystal soup with you? I'll give you a clear answer: dream on!"

  One word of dreaming, has already drawn a clear boundary. Zhu Changrong's eyes were cold and piercing, his voice was cold and menacing: "Good, it seems that your wings have hardened! You dare to resist!"

  Zhu Changrong's heart was ruthless and his hands were fierce. The hand behind him had already gathered true energy, and before the words had even fallen, a palm strike came straight at him.

  Facing the palm of his hand, Chen Yuan stood like a towering mountain that pierced the sky and supported the earth, without any fear.

  One hand shines with silver light, the divine snake dares to pluck a star.

  Silver Snake plucks stars! Quick as not to give people time to react, in an instant broke Zhu Changrong's palm strength, instantly locked his throat.

  "You..."

  Zhu Changrong originally thought that his initial Qi refining stage strength would be enough to capture Chen Yuanding, who had just gone through the Great Demon Tide War, but he didn't expect that with just one move, he was countered by Chen Yuan, who was in the actual cultivation period.

  The gloomy aura clung to his skin, the aura was like a silver snake, tightly strangling his neck, instantly suppressing what he wanted to say.

  "You, have long been out of my sight. But since you've delivered yourself to my doorstep seeking death, it saves me the trouble of finding you for revenge." Chen Yuan said coldly as he looked at Zhu Changrong struggling desperately under Silver Snake's deadly grasp.

  The words fell, and the silver snake was ruthless.

  Crack!

  All that could be heard was the cracking of his neck bones, Zhu Changrong's head tilted to one side, his eyes wide open, his tongue half-protruding, with a look of unwillingness to die.

  Chen Yuan's true energy dissipated, and his body fell to the ground.

  Things changed suddenly too quickly, and the initial stage of refining Qi was instantly killed by the middle stage of solid repair.

  It's hard for anyone to accept.

  "You... you actually killed the master!" Yu Xian's trembling voice accused Chen Yuan.

  "Don't worry, it'll be your turn soon." Chen Yuan replied coldly.

  "You... you... you're already in the later stages of actual practice... Gulu! Get him, he killed the Young Master, avenge the Young Master!" Yu Xiancai suddenly realized something was off and immediately shouted at the guards behind him.

  These guards, whose strength was only in the early to mid stages of actual repair, had already become extremely fearful of Chen Yuan after seeing Zhu Changrong being defeated in one move. Moreover, Zhu Changrong was not a likable person and relied solely on his strength to bully others. Now that he's dead, naturally no one would be loyal enough to avenge him.

  Chen Yuan coldly smiled as he looked at Yu Xiancai, who was comically scolding the guards while constantly hiding behind them, seemingly wanting to use these guards as a human wall to block Chen Yuan's fatal blow.

  Such an incompetent person made Chen Yuan feel that killing him would be too humiliating for his own hands.

  Chen Yuan took a few deep breaths, and with one strike, he killed Zhu Changrong. This was actually beyond his own expectations, as he hadn't thought that Zhu Changrong, who was in the Qi Refining stage, would be so weak. After resisting the demonic tide, Chen Yuan's true energy had not fully recovered, and he only had about 50% of his strength left. However, with 50% of his Silver Snake Plucking Star technique, Zhu Changrong couldn't withstand it at all.

  Chen Yuan gained a new understanding of his own strength and also understood the true power of the minor divine technique 'Silver Snake Plucking Star Hand'. Quick as a snake, it flashed and took lives. Zhu Changrong was not actually so vulnerable, but he over-relied on his foundation-building cultivation, which was instantly broken by Silver Snake Plucking Star Hand, counter-attacking to take his life.

  He bent down and took off Zhu Changrong's pouch. Chen Yuan thought to himself, "I was just thinking of getting a pouch, and Zhu Changrong has brought one at the right time."

  Opening the cloth bag, a golden light flashed, nearly a thousand second and third grade demon crystals, as well as a stack of talismans and several low-grade magical instruments. Truly befitting the master of a manor, extremely wealthy.

  Yu Xiancai was finally scared to death by Chen Yuan, who had been approaching step by step after he couldn't find anyone else to order around. Without any intention of resisting, he turned and ran towards Bai Xiaozhuang.

  Chen Yuan wanted to chase after him, but all he heard was a loud shout coming from inside Bai Xiao Zhuang: "Who killed my son!"

  With a loud shout, this person's cultivation was at least at the peak of Qi Refining. Chen Yuan's face sank, and his thoughts changed rapidly: "That old man Zhu Heng is still alive! I must leave here quickly!"

  Chen Yuan stopped pursuing and turned to run towards the forest.

  He moved slightly, but felt a surge of air rushing towards him at an extremely fast speed, far surpassing his current cultivation level. Before long, Chen Yuan would be caught up.

  Chen Yuan was not flustered and calmly connected with the Jade Slab, nearly three hundred demon souls were stored inside the Jade Slab, three hundred demon souls were enough to exchange for a low-grade flying artifact.

  "Wind Dart, a third-grade flying artifact that can carry twenty people. Its flight speed is comparable to that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator flying at full power."

  Chen Yuan instantly grasped the flying arrow, sending all 300 demon souls obtained from this demonic tide into the jade stele. The jade stele absorbed the demon souls, and suddenly a blood-red light flashed, Chen Yuan seemed to hear countless wails, making his head dizzy for a moment. However, the jade stele quickly digested the demon souls, and a burst of colorful light flashed, spitting out a 10-meter-long and 4-meter-wide flying arrow from within the jade stele, directly piercing through the vast expanse and floating in front of Chen Yuan.

  Without hesitation, Chen Yuan directly jumped onto the flying shuttle.

  The method of manipulating Fei Tuo had been floating in his mind since Chen Yuan confirmed the exchange.

  The mystical power of the jade stele was something Chen Yuan had experienced multiple times, so he immediately took out three second-grade demon crystals and embedded them into the three recesses on the flying dart.

  The Wind Dart was activated, absorbing the energy within the demon crystal. The energy was then converted into wind-based energy through a small array in the dart. Chen Yuan immediately piloted the Wind Dart and fled at high speed.

  It flashed across the sky like a startled swan's shadow, disappearing in an instant into the depths of the Youming Forest at the border of Bai Xiao Village.

  "Ah! Damn it!"... Chen Yuanyuan had long since flown away, when an old man with white hair finally arrived late, embracing the miserable Zhu Changrong who died on the ground, and roaring with grief and anger.